Chapter 3 To Twitter And Beyond

So here I am on twitter....how many followers since I joined I wondered......none, good oh then. I decide to have a poke around looking for pages related to Matt Cardle to see if I can find out just what the devil the boy has been up to since Xmas..........pages found:- around 6 gazillion, great!. Eventually I stumble upon THE Matt Cardle twitter page and see that he has indeedy been a very busy lad, what with tv and radio appearances, signings and charity dos....and random animal facts!?!?!?!?!?!
My life is bliss again as I read new verbal outbursts from Matt.....the public love him.....the female public love him, which could pose issues for my "He WILL Be Mine" plan.

Days are lost, reading old tweets following from senders to find out anything and everything about whats been going on. Apparently he’s currently working on the album….good oh….its not enough I need juicy info, anything, random snippets here and there. My head is spinning, I need to stop with the twitter stalking, I’m a grown woman for gods sake with a life….of sorts. Suddenly, those magical words are typed TWITCAM!!! Oh yes twitcam, please do twitcam, I’m brought back down to the dirty underworld of twitter….I’m so weak.

And so twitcam takes place with Matt and his bff (no not Aiden, his other bff Ali) and I’m stuck in work! How very dare real life interrupt my non life! And so I watch the recorded twitcam later that night, and again, and maybe once or twice or four times more……….It’s just what my brain needed to push those last traces of sanity over the cliffs of acknowledgment. But wait, there seems to be an Uber fan on the scene…. Jorjarr. Who is this girl? I need to know. More days are lost tracing up Jorjarr, I’m in fighting mode. He SHALL be mine!!!

I discover I haven’t a snowballs chance in hell, this girl is everywhere. I mean, video footage, there's Jorjarr, Photos, there's Jorjarr, Tweets there's Jorjarr, he even follows her. Man this girl is dedicated, I am ready to HATE!!!!. I start to twitter stalk her (a little - not in some weird maniac way) Jorjarr does a twitcam, I’m there, lurking…..I can’t hate her, she’s just too god damn nice. Well if anything I’m glad she’s not some weirdo that wants to kidnap him and keep him in a cellar tied to a pole. Holy crap, the girl has some love too……..and then I notice the haters, those poor souls, the haters.